Early this past July, I came home from my month in Romania to find an easel set up in our sun room, the painting above perched on it. The palette and paint tubes were carefully arranged nearby. Roxy had been at work.
When I next had a chance to talk with her, I told Roxy that I loved the chiaroscuro aspect of this acrylic painting. To me, it bespoke the contrast between summer and winter in New Hampshire. I think Roxy was a bit surprised. She had not considered the work to be finished. I told her I liked it as it was.
Yesterday, when I went into my office, I found the easel with a gold bow on it, and the painting inscribed to me, a gift for my birthday. Thank you, Roxy. I shall treasure it.